Atlantis Rourke Novels & Stories

* Niklause asked, *You could fit about twenty of your islands inside it, it's huge! Niklaus's expression turned thoughtful, his eyes narrowed in consideration. *But, King Abatrose, what about the risks? You mentioned that some would seek to use Raven's powers for their own gain. Who are they, and what do they want?* King Abatrose's image turned grave, his voice low and mysterious. *There are those who seek to exploit the power of Atlantis for their own purposes. They are a secret society, known only as 'The Order'. They have been searching for the mother ship for centuries, and they will stop at nothing to claim its power for themselves. She must not fall into their hands, this ship is our f

Ky pointed his rifle at the girl's girl, but she held her hands up, her eyes filled with fear. "M-my name is Sam," she stuttered. "Don't harm her," Della said. "She's not going to hurt anyone." "You're a rogue," Ky said in a disgusted tone. Sam glances down her face red either from the cold or embarrassment. "Leave her alone," Della said, letting go of me. "She's fine. And if you remember, I was a rogue not long ago, Ky." "It's not the same thing, Della," I said taking her arm, but she shrugged me off.

"Not fair!" "What...?" I hesitated. "Is he someone special?" I asked at the same time as Rachel asked, "Can we also control water too?" "First of all, yes." Skyr answered and pointed a fork at me as an answer for my question. "And second, no." He moved his fork to point at Rachel for her question. "Lord Byron is the only Atlantean with that magic. He's special because he is the reincarnation of the demi god, Lord Mereum."

“Anais, this is Gabriel Crowley and his mother, Racheal.” Alpha Crowley stood and welcomed Anais. “It’s nice to see a fresh face every once in a while,” he said. “Nice to meet you, Anais Westwood.” He turned to Atlas with a slight smirk on his face. “Using her maiden name, I see. Didn’t take you for that kind of progressive, Atlas.” The look on Atlas’ face was a mixture of surprise and irritation. “Not that much, I’m afraid. She is a Hawke,” Atlas said smoothly.

Grabbing me in a tight hug. My name is Atlas Moun. I am 19 years old and I am the Alpha of the Moon Stone Pack. I was in my office going over my current pack reports when my phone began to ring. I picked up my cell phone and looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Alpha Drake from the Lunar Eclipse Pack calling. "I wonder what he wants?" I asked myself as I picked up my cell phone to answer his call. "Hello Alpha Atlas. Speaking, how can I help you, Alpha Drake?" I asked.

He has to come back with us so we can keep him safe. “From this moment on, I renounce my title as Alpha. I surrender my claim to this pack, its lands, and its throne. I walk away by my own will. Let the souls of my lost ones leave this land and have peace. I am Alpha no more.” Alpha Tate had just renounced his title as an Alpha and is now rogue. I didn’t have the time to stop him because I didn’t know that he was going to do that. I had no idea.

I just needed three more. I sank into the chair, my head in my hands. Rourke—Alpha of the Silvertongue Pack—was the first. I’d nabbed him from that festival preparation, slipped a sedative into his drink while Damien and Olivia argued in the crowd. He’d gone down easy, and I’d hauled him out in the chaos of the lycan attack I’d staged as a distraction. A hired rogue, paid to stir panic and vanish. Rourke was perfect—a current alpha, strong and proud. His blood would be the cornerstone.

" he asked with a smile. "Dr. Brooks, I present to you Prince David, the last living heir of the Royal Atlantians," I said, as he extended his hand in greeting. But instead of a handshake, he gently kissed the back of her hand, a gesture of deep respect. "The honor is mine," he said, his eyes locked on hers. Dr. Brooks' mouth remained agape, her voice barely above a whisper. "Wow..." she breathed, her shock and awe palpable. The weight of history and the significance of the moment hung in the air, as she gazed at the prince, a direct link to the legendary Queen who had submerged Atlantis over 10,000 years ago.

“Dr. Atlas, how long have you been teaching at the institute?” “It’s been twenty years,” the man replied. “Do you, by chance, remember Mrs. Abby Stone, also known as Miss Abby Blackwaters here?” He gestured towards Abby. The man squinted his eyes at Abby. “It’s challenging to recall every student, given the thousands I’ve taught.” “Understandable. However, she is the daughter of Alpha Tyler of Brimsard Bay. Does that name ring a bell?” Dr. Atlas’s eyebrows shot up. “Unfortunately, no.”

The girls nodded and took off in the direction that Zane and his team went. Atlas had hit the deck of the yacht hard, his side burned where the ice blade struck him in the side. He looked at the man who was an obvious merman, but he didn't recognize him. He was powerful but he didn't have the aura of a God, so he wasn't his any of his brother's offspring. He had to laughed watching the humans realizing that the girl he threw into the ocean was dead, but his anger burned looking at the other merman. “Who are you? Do you know who I am? You just struck the future King of Atlantis” Atlas said as he got up and pulled the blade from his body, as the girls raced away.